Mystery

The Crash
My chamber was comfortable, I have lost track of time I have been held here, but I have grown accustomed to it. I just float here in this chamber filled with some liquid that is preserving my body while listening to the rhythmic beating of the only form of music I have ever heard. In my curious days, I would outstretch my body to try and learn the shape of my surroundings; in my earliest memories, I could feel nothing, then I was able to grace my fingertips against a wall, and now I feel highly confined as I assume I am growing, soon to be too big from this prison if I do not find a way out. All my nutrition comes from a tube keeping my body alive, but for what? The darkness all around me prevents me from knowing the amount of time that has passed since I was put in this chamber; my memory before the chamber is non-existent; I don’t remember how or why I was put in here, but I am starting to accept the fact that this I will be inside this chamber for the rest of my existence if there ever will be an end.
By Shelbi Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
The Affair
I walked into the party, resenting being here. I know I didn't have to go, but it was expected of me. I would do the fake smiles and conversations, if only to see her.
By Tynesse4 years ago in Fiction
Under the Bed
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A girl emerged from inside the cabin. It was a chilly spring night. The black sky covered in hundreds of stars, all twinkling looking as if they were winking at the eight friends huddled near a camp fire.
By Alyenys Flores 4 years ago in Fiction
Stop-Please!
Stop—Please! This place hasn’t changed much since I was a kid. My parents would take us here for summer vacations. The boardwalk is longer now, and there is a restaurant at the end, but the water, the beach, even the tall bridge carrying cars high over the waves while allowing boats to pass through on their way to the sea, is the same. The other thing that hasn’t changed much is me.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Fiction
Finding Idlewild
Ruth walked along her street and up to her drive way, checking the mailbox on the way in. Her dad’s car was already parked in the front, and the lights from the t.v. could be seen through the window dancing across the wall inside the living room.
By Hester Bach4 years ago in Fiction
Dead Tired
They didn’t find his body for two hours. He laid on the ground alone, bleeding and dying. Maybe they saw him on a computer screen. Maybe they docked him pay for snoozing on the job. Maybe they added a black mark to his personnel file for slowing down warehouse efficiency. Maybe no one thought to check on him. Maybe they were too afraid to leave their own jobs for even a second. But you’d be hard-pressed to prove any of that.
By CD Mosby4 years ago in Fiction
Story of A God And A King
The festival of Vikram Navratri was being celebrated with great pomp and debate was going on a planet every day. The last day's debate was about Shani (an Indian God). The Brahmin (Priest) explained his greatness including the powers of Shani God and his role in maintaining righteousness on earth. In the ceremony, the Brahmin (Priest) also said that according to Vikram's birth chart, there is Shani's entry into his twelfth house, which is considered the worst. But Vikram was not satisfied. He saw Shani as mere, who had troubled his father (Surya), Guru (Jupiter). So, Vikram said that he was not ready to accept Shani as worthy of worship.
By Suresh Rawat4 years ago in Fiction
The Treasured Past.
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window and—” “Wait a minute—“ Terri interrupts. “You're not going to set this thing on fire, are you? I have a thing about fires.”
By Hannah Marie. 4 years ago in Fiction
Trinity Collection.
This story begins with a facile conversation at an undisclosed location. Time is unknown. The clandestine collector has captured conversations carried by cryptic
By M. Cartoon4 years ago in Fiction
Rains of Torment
There wasn't a person alive today that had not seen a rainy day. Might not sound so profound when you think about it, but for this world, it's a terrifying thing. It would be more of a shocking thing to say there was no one alive that had seen a full sunny day and for that night to be dry and calm as well. Yes, there were days when it wouldn't rain all day, but the rains always came back during the night on those days. Water is just always falling from the sky and no one could stop it. The people of the world didn't want to believe that the storms would just keep coming day after day until the world itself started to become just a bit more blue.
By Maggie Holmes4 years ago in Fiction
The Story of the Swamp
Pothos stood with the tallest building being the city hall. It was one big open meeting hall in the center of town. With the highest ceilings, perfect for when the city had its very occasional meeting or the even more occasional visitor, the town hall was important to its inhabitants. The inhabitants of this small town took pride in the work they've put into making their lives prosper.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of Two Brothers
The fog settled around the bog, displacing itself across the wet marshland. It concealed the ground and everything living on it, even the small houses for the tiniest of creatures. Just like clockwork, the beetles, mice, and birds emerged from their homes as the sun finally reached over the towering trees. It was officially morning. The cold winds blew softly. It stirred every soul from the hibernating slumber of the previous night. Soon, it would become more and more evidence of the avalanche of life about to fall amongst the land.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Fiction